Now far away four gunshots sounded long,
Then silence rang like something went so wrong.
Thebody of the great tiger lay still.
The humans cheered-- they've made they're seventh kill.

Thousands of miles away, north of that place,
Hundreds of humans are having a race.
Ten thousand bullets rained up to the sky,
Ten thousand geese would never again fly.

And then, some miles away, south-west from there,
Something had happened that is not so fair.
Ten thousand trees were burnt deown to the ground,
The cries of their pleas whithers to a sound.

Around the world, smoke rises to the sky,
It weeps a plea of an unspoken cry
Pollution kills, it never ever dies.
It never falls, it would forever rise.

When all the trees in the world have been burned,
When the sky's choked with smoke and then you'll learn,
When there are no geese or birds would you see,
How beautiful the whole world used to be.